Liquidity drips like rain into once-dry markets,
Banks of capital swell, no longer afraid.
Bonds breathe easier as spreads slowly exhale,
Inflation loosens its grip and steps aside.

Reserves stand watch like quiet sentinels,
Yields rise with discipline, not haste.

Money rotates along the curve, seeking balance,
Time itself becomes an asset, carefully priced.

In this season of measured confidence and restraint,
Only steady hands harvest the return.